Charlotte Hardy-Worthitt believed that even if a girl is flat on her back, she can still stand tall. She had been told that she had been orphaned when very young and that her unmarried uncle had taken her in and become her guardian although she nursed a slight suspicion that she may have been the result of one of her uncle’s wild oats with a woman long disappeared.

Like most girls of her class, the young Charlotte (Lotte) had been packed off to boarding school which is usually a make or break experience. In Lotte’s case, it had been an excellent launch pad; successful boarders learn to be resourceful and resilient as well as being taught all the social graces so useful for making one’s way in society.

Back in History the family had been wealthy but various family members had long ago either gambled away the family fortune or lost it in dubious business deals and there would be no inheritance from Uncle Chas because his life was entirely funded by running various cons and talking people into giving him credit. However, it was to his credit that he had managed to keep Lotte at school until a year before she turned 18.

All of this means that my gentle reader will be wondering how Lotte had managed to live for twelve months since leaving school and also how she came to be dressed like an heiress and sipping a cocktail in a fashionable bar in Mayfair in June 1920. These questions will soon be answered.

A tall man in a slightly unfashionable black suit strode briskly towards Lotte and she leapt to her feet to greet him. Standing on tiptoe, she threw her arms around his neck.

“Lovely to see you Dimitri, bang on time as usual.”

Outside, he hailed a cab and Lotte asked the driver to take them to Dolphin Square. She did not usually take clients to her flat but Dimitri was special. Once inside her flat, Lotte poured a glass of Vodka which Dimitri knocked back in one gulp and then he was upon her and she could barely keep upright as they stumbled into the bedroom. Her flapper dress was soon off revealing her peach colored teddy (all in one top and knickers) and stockings which were held up by suspenders attached to the flexible girdle beneath the teddy.

When Russia sent its diplomats abroad they were never allowed to bring their families with them. Lotte found it amusing that the Leninist regime was such a worker’s paradise that it had to use hostages to ensure that its people returned home. This situation meant that Soviet officials abroad had to find ways of satisfying their basic needs.

Dimitri had clawed off her teddy in his urgent rush to access her haven of pleasure and her dark triangle of enticement was now on full display. Dimitre was almost salivating as he told her to take off her Bandeau Bra. This was basically a wide bandage which kept Pip and Squeak flat as was the fashion. When Lotte stripped off the restraint her neat, pert breasts sprang to attention. Lotte lived quite an athletic life so she was in perfect condition and her pectoral muscles gave her all the support which she needed; her nipples were now pointing straight at Dimitri who was shedding his clothing as fast as possible and applying a French Letter (rubber condom).

He wasted no time in pushing her down onto the bed with him on top. His tongue was flailing her face and breasts as if he were an enthusiastic Labrador and his erect manhood was lining up to assault the castle which it did with all the might of the Red Army.